An unfussy, chummily efficient, welcoming-but-not-altogether-warm tavern kept aloft through the fitful patronage of solitary legions trending educated and transplant, 4*4*2 feels in most important respects indistinguishable from the Hideaway, the Vern or a dozen other Southeast watering holes inclined toward furious contemplation and beseeching stares. Admittedly, when everyone’s watching soccer, this seems less creepy. Our first sport bar (note the lack of plural), 4*4*2 bartenders/matchmakers pluck video feeds of the beautiful game from a dizzying array of leagues across the globe for those expats and ex-emigres sustaining far-flung fandom. Indeed, the owner’s Bosnian club jersey counts among the countless flags and kits blanketing the walls. JAY HORTON.